“I told you it would get better,” he said with a smile. “Now we can really play.”He resumed hitting me with the crop, aiming for the backs and...insides of my thighs as well as my ass cheeks, and every few strikes he added another weight to the clamps until they each had all six of them. I groaned each time another weight clicked on, but they really weren’t so terrible; my endorphin rush just kept building and I was processing all the pain into increasingly intense pleasure.I was dripping wet and. I am not skilled in writing stories and this is my first true story which I’ve experienced. If you find any grammatical mistakes kindly forgive me.About me I am a 25 year old handsome male with 6’1 height and atheistic muscular body and working. I always love to have sex with a girl of my classmates and neighbors and every women I see but fear comes first to me and I can’t go further. I had fucked only three women who are not satisfied by their husbands’ .Girls/women who are from Hyderabad. She opened the door and stood there looking at me. I was dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed.She smiled, half giggling as she stood there. "Thought I'd better knock first ... just in case," she said letting me know in no uncertain terms that mom had told her about catching me in the bathroom, though I already knew that of course."Oh great ... anyone else know about me jerking off? And getting caught by my own mother doing it?" I asked.Mandy burst out laughing. "Well, she was on the phone. He drank feverishly."Charles was terrified that you would discover he spent his time consorting with young men; he so admired you. No-- more than that-- in fact he loved you, but your approval was all that he wanted from you. He knew you would be disgusted if you learned of his weakness."My mind was in a whirl. I had never imagined that Charles St John was a pederast, although I teased him about his blonde curls and big blue eyes. I knew him to be a lion of a fighter, who seemed to have no fear.